“Ok, if that is what you want. Can I use a different name? I don't want anybody there to know my real name.” aske Eva with a meek voice. “That�...s a great idea. What name would you like to use?” I asked. “Well, I’ve been told I resemble Valentina Nappi, you know, she’s a porn star from Italy.” Eva said as she removed her drenched white thong and slipped on her minuscule shorts. “Wow, now that you mention it, you do look like her. I like the name Valentina for you, that will be your new slut. The only thing I hate is that I have to wait all day to be sure everybody’s gone before I come up here and fuck you like I know you’re itching to be fucked.”He knew her so well. By day, no one would guess that beneath her conservative little business suit and professional demeanor beat the heart of a woman nearly out of her mind with lust and the need to be taken hard and rough by the only man who not only understood, but shared her wicked desires.He had her pussy twitching so insanely hard. The side effects were certain to come out at an alarming rate."Yes, look into your sister's eyes and rub her head as she licks your cherry, Cheyanne. You love your twin sister, but who says you shouldn't love her like this?"Again, I didn't get my answer, but I pushed my luck and cracked the door open a bit more. Those sexy ladies still failed to notice, but then they both closed their eyes and got lost in each other. I breathed as heavily as I could and found my other hand still on the. ” I cringe after she said that. “I wish I had a normal life,” she sighs. “I wish we could runaway.”I always complain about my life, but I forget that Martina has it worse. A mob boss as a father, that has to keep Martina a secret and a mother that doesn’t care.We go our separate ways as we enter the lunch room. I sit down at the usual table and open my sack lunch as the gang trickles in.“Have you decided who you’re taking to the Winter Dance,” Julie asks as I give her the evil-eye. I really.